Another problem solved by Hollywood magic

What is that thing?

Honestly, I do not know. It could be a car, or a cup, or a crow. It could be a house. It could be a heart. It could be Billy, Ben or Bart.

But it remains ambiguous to the human eye, but as my eyes deceive me I try and try, to see the strange object that is placed where I stand by.

It could be a dog, or a dart, or a duck. Or maybe a train or a trolley or truck. I can’t figure out what this may be. Can you come over and have a look-see?

Oh, wait. It’s just a car. Huh.